a day of it's own accord. right now, the Goats are practicing an entirely new routine. they go...
one after another across the new rocks then fan out. some to the shed, some left, some right. Ginger stays on the bench and pushes off all who come there and they go around and begin again.
the dove, repeats and repeats it's message. same. same and same.
Sun is on the Rim.
a lot..LOT .... of invisible baste
the Lizard is taking form
some Magic at the feet of the Goat
green beans
the diamond garden of the child buddha....all flower seeds planted.
at 10 or 11 oclock...a leaf. the grape vine. lives again.
the day was a blink of an eye. that fast.
